Alicia had become an essential company to Martin. She was the funniest, the most affectionate friend, the most caring, the most cultivated, the most eager to discover the world… Her optimism illuminated rooms, her laughter lasted in the air. He wanted to have answers to all the questions she asked, to have always a joke or good sentence to make longer conversations.

One day he fell ill but she didn't show up to see him. The following day he tried to speak with her but he felt too weak. When she finally happened to visit him, Alicia twisted her lips, dissapointed, resentful. He was a setback, she said. She had others amusing her with their stories, others flattering her, others making life easier for her. She said she had been born to shallow the world whole. Martin watched her as someone watches a black cloud devouring his soul and remained in silence.

whenever I visit your place I' m amazed about your creativity, seeing, photographing, drawing, story telling, blogging, leaving comments everywhere, besides work and two little girls around you... I wonder if days in Spain are longer than in Northern Europe?

knick knack, good point, ja, ja... (I might be a little hiperactive but the secret is that i'm going through some easier days at my work and I can squeeze some blogging time in my life right at this moment) :)